I'm good to you aren't I? Sorry for it's shortness though, but I have a bit of block and like an old tube of toothpaste this is all I could squeeze out my mind-tank. So bear with me!
Disclaimer – I don't own The Mighty Boosh, if did I wouldn't be here posting this. Now would I?
Pyromaniac – chapter 4
Vince sat in the corner of the room, his thumb and forefinger resting on his outward poking bottom lip. Other than occasionally sniffing, and fidgeting the electro poof did nothing else but mope. It had been three days since he'd spoken to his brother in that nightclub and three days since Howard had been on red alert with his behaviour. The shop wasn't open today as Naboo, shockingly, refused to allow Howard to man the shop with his other worker seeming so delicate, and not only emotionally delicate. The raven haired man seemed even more, than usual, delicate to the touch. His skin was a shocking shade, porcelain like that of a doll, his eyes again glassy like a doll and even his movements where rigid, and stiff. Everything about him seemed so weak, and run down at that moment in time that, if Howard were to poke him, even gently, the man would shatter into a million pieces. And shatter he did, which took Howard by surprise. Vince crumpled forwards, tears erupting painfully from his lower lids, splashing down his pronounced cheekbones, and onto his skinny fit jeans, making the dark grey patches of denim, turning the darkest shade they could go. Howard jumped from the sofa and ran over to his friend, dropping to his knees and snaking a comforting arm around his back.
"Vince?" He asked, soothingly, cocking his head to the side and peering under the mass of black fringe, hiding the burning up, blue crystals. Vince turned his head away; pulling his t-shirt up over his mouth and sinking further into him self.
"What's wrong?" Howard asked, again not expecting a reply.
"Mm." Vince mumbled back, shaking his head. Howard sighed, and stood back up, smiling down on Vince and walking off into the kitchen, clinking mugs, and coffee pots while he was in there. Humming along to his newest 'Wee-Wee Jefferson' record that was replaying over and over in his head, Howard soon sunk into a 'Jazz Trance' and became completely oblivious to the destruction occurring the opposite room.
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Alfie stood in the mirror of his flat, practising something.
"I don't know what to do, my poor brother he- " Alfie began, his voice donning a concerned manner, and 'tears' began to glaze his eyes "If he was to be committed, I don't know what I'd do, but If you say it's what's best for him, then as his only caring family member, I think you should take him. No matter how much it hurts." Alfie finished his face damp. His act finally convincing himself, he smiled, from ear to ear then turned to look at Rachael who was laughing behind him, both her thumbs elevated in the air.
"What do we do now?" She asked, pulling him towards her with his tie.
"We wait." And with that he planted a soft kiss on her rosy lips.